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Evening Star, Issue 3158, 3 April 1873, Page 3

The death is announced of Mr Francis Leonard, one of the few remaining survivors of Trafalgar, in his 86th year. In a reraotp and lonely situation in the parish of Orawfordjohn, lived an old woman, who, being on her deathbed, was visited by two neighbors who lived at somo distance. As she was breathihg her last, an individual —James Hamilton—a celebrated poacher, happening to pass, one of the women, running out, cried—“Ho, James.” “What's thou wanting’?” said Jamie. “Oh !” replied tho woman, “thou maun come in and pray for auld Kppio.” “Thou kens wed encuch,” said Jamio, “that I can praynane.” “Ah ! but Jamie, Eppie’s juist deein’, and it wid be an awfu’ thing tae dee an’ no be prayed for, an’ we hinna time tae rin for ony ithor body.” “ Weel,” replied tho poacher, “if I maun come, I maun come, but I’m sure I baena muckle nae say.” Jamio, being placen behind the dying woman, but being more intent on hares than prayers, began thus “ 0 Lord, Thou kens bests Thy ainsell hoo the case stands ’tween Thee an’ auld Kppio ; but sin’ ye hae baitb the heft an’ the blade i’ yer ain hand, juist guide the gully as best suits yer ain glory an’ her guid. Amen.” Could a bishop have said better ia as few words ? ”